Tom: F
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Tell me a lie
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I'll be the first to fall
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Give me un-offer, unofferable
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Imagine the warmth
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In those tiny hands
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That held on to a penance,
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I didn't deserve
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Don't it feel like a knife
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In the back of your head
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And it reeks like an afterthought
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Rotten and said
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Maybe something got lost or forgotten instead
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I'm bound by a drunk
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With a few memories
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Of how you burn through your lovers
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It's like an ugly disease
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And give me un-offer, unofferable
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It held on to a penance,
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I didn't deserve
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And it reeks like an afterthought rotten instead
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And maybe something got lost or forgotten and said.